Page 57 of Vengeance and Vipers

‘You can’t do this,’ he says, drawing his gun.

Krase laughs, turning me towards Iron so he can see my half-naked state.

‘You could try to stop me, Iron. You won’t be able to, though. Even with your firepower and newfound fae magick, you’ll find you’re no match for me at the moment. Or,’ Krase picks me up, dangling me in front of Iron like a snack, ‘you could join me, and we can make her sing with pleasure together.’

Iron doesn’t speak. I watch his eyes move over me, pausing for a few moments at my bare breasts. He licks his lips slowly, not meeting my eyes. He’s tempted. My gaze moves from him to Krase and finds him watching Iron, watching me.

‘Thinking of how well she’ll take your prick, brother?’

That snaps Iron out of it. ‘No. Let her go.’

‘Pity, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

Krase chuckles and snaps his fingers. Iron immediately turns transparent in front of my eyes, and I gasp, struggling anew.

‘What have you done to him?’ I cry.

I don’t know why I care, but it’s the same protective urge as I feel with the others. I need them to be safe as if they’re something more to me than … whatever it is they are.

Krase pulls me to his hard body with an impatient growl. ‘He’s safe, deamhan àlainn, just in a fold.’

His amused eyes return to Iron, who’s pacing and glaring furiously back at him from wherever he is as he puts away his now useless weapon. The demon chuckles but then frowns when he sees that he hasn’t alleviated my concern.

‘Give her a wave,’ he says to Iron, ‘so she stops worrying I’ve hurt you.’

Iron shakes his head, still looking livid, but gives me a half-hearted wave, turning away and going to lean on the wall on the other side of the building.

Krase sets me down again but doesn’t let me go.

‘Could we … do this another time?’ I ask in a small voice.

‘I told you I’d fuck you if I caught you, and you agreed,’ he growls, caressing my cheek with the back of one massive knuckle. ‘I won, and you’re mine, Julia. Here and now, you’re going to take my thick cock. You’re going to scream for me while Iron watches and wishes it was him.’

He lets out a low growl and rips off what’s left of my dress. I cringe before him, trying to hide, but he doesn’t let me, kicking my legs apart and pushing one thick finger into me immediately. I squeal as I’m impaled, going up onto my toes as he enters me.

The sound of contentment he makes is like a purr, and it turns me boneless for some reason. I’ve been wanting this, craving it since he pounced on me in the wine cellar. I just didn’t know what I wanted.

He holds me against his bare chest and lets go of my wrists as he picks me up and sits me on the cold, stone table.

‘Stay.’ He snarls the command as he steps back.

I want to do as he says, but then he unzips his pants, and my eyes widen as I take in the size of his cock. It’s grey and hard, veiny and ridged, and thick as a soda can.

Before I know what I’m doing, I’m jumping off the table and making a run for it.

I hear him roar behind me, and I scream as he grabs me mid-stride. He picks me up, turns me to face him, and impales me on his cock without any more delay. I squeal, struggling as he pushes into me, not giving me any time to get used to his invasion as he fills me. I’m clawing at his shoulders and chest, whimpering and writhing.

‘Please,’ I cry, ‘it hurts, Krase!’

He seems to come to his senses, his tight grip on me easing and his movements slowing.

‘You’re taking me so well,’ he praises, and I calm down, letting myself relax. ‘You were made for me. For this. Let me show you.’

He pulls me up and lets me fall onto him, using gravity against me. He drives in further, and I whimper.

‘You feel just as good as I imagined,’ he growls, his claws circling my waist as he moves me up and down on him. Every motion makes me whine and squirm, but the discomfort quickly morphs into pleasure.

My pained whimpers turn to moans, and, driven by a desperate need, I try to make him quicken his pace. A strange longing overtakes me, a primal urge, a deep desire to bite the demon in front of me and draw his blood into my mouth.